Tot's few remaining mispronunciations:
Hit instead of it. "Hit's a long way to Papaw's house."
Et instead of that. "I saw a new toy et I want to buy."
Right? (Said in THE most Southern sounding way.)
Ain't I? (Ain't is new to his vocabulary. I am currently trying to ignore it.)
Tot: We need to get some ice cream.
Tot: So I won't be all grumped up on candy later.
(It worked, we bought some.)
Dates are important: May 14:
Tot: Daddy, we are having a superhero graduation from preschool today!
MH called me frantically. I called daycare frantically. Preschool graduation June 4.
Tot came out of class with a DumDum sucker.
Tot: This is delicious! It's barrel flavor! (hands me the wrapper)
Me: OH. Root beer. I'm glad you like it.
We live in a rural area of a suburb. Sometimes we hear gunshots. MH likes to guess the firearm used.
MH: .22 pisol
Tot. .23 pistol
Tot is suddenly enamored with all things Star Wars. We borrowed all 6 movies to watch with him. He was really super excited to see the very wise green guy: Toyota.
Tot really enjoys a whirlpool bath, which he refers to as a "big bath". I made a bath for him recently, and MH called him to the tub.
Tot: Ooh, that's big! I didn't know it was going to be that big.
MH: That's what she said.
Tot: Do you think she was trying to be nice?
Wednesday, August 19, 2015
On June 4, she was hospitalized again. Her poor breathing required a ventilator. But she got off it. After two weeks, she moved to the rehabilitation unit again. But she was hospitalized again 10 days later. Then we were told that her medical options were exhausted.
We talked and cried and prayed. We decided together, as a family, to stop with medical interventions. She was definitely not "well" that day, but had improved from a few days prior. As I was thinking of a sensitive way to ask her to fully live her remaining days, a sweet nurse came in and shared her own story of a miraculous recovery from a stroke and aneurysm. At then end of her story, she simply said "Live while you're living." It was perfect, and that is exactly what my mother in law did. She left the hospital to stay in a long-term-care facility with hospice oversight. She could come and go as she pleased, but would have assistance for possible falls.
We took her to dinner at a restaurant and laughed and posed for pictures.
We brought her to our house and cooked for her and played Farkle.
We took her to church. Twice.
She played bingo.
We went to lunch and watch Ant Man!
She LIVED. We all had a really wonderful two weeks of making more memories while she was here to make them.
Wednesday, July 1, 2015
Tot played tee-ball this year. He really enjoyed it. It was a learning experience, and he has asked to play again. It did involve a little bit of cat herding. He had nice coaches who understood that they were dealing with little kids. Friends and family alike came to enjoy Tot's team playing their hearts out.
Sunday, March 22, 2015
This weekend we camped on a lake that fills MH's childhood memories. I didn't know this lake existed. We had a good time getting our camping legs stretched and figuring out what works for us. Simple works best for us.
Tuesday, January 6, 2015
Yesterday was a rough day for Tot. He started back in his routine after 13 days off it. His preschool teacher said he cried quite a bit before nap time. He cried after pick up because he didn't have a snack in the car (my bad). He cried in Taekwondo because his buddy (who was being more cooperative) got a stripe, but he didn't. He was having a really hard time calming down.
He was sad. His teacher calmly talked to him, but it didn't help much. Then his teacher stopped the lesson and offered my external heart-drive a hug. Finally, Tot reluctantly performed his pattern through his sniffling, so the teacher gave him a stripe too for demonstrating perseverance. I am so grateful that his young, male teacher was compassionate. What a terrific example for Tot and a great reminder for me.